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I had gone to bed and fallen asleep when my guardian knocked at the door of
my room and begged me to get up directly. On my hurrying to speak to him and
learn what had happened, he told me, after a word or two of preparation,
that there had been a discovery at Sir Leicester Dedlock's. That my mother
had fled, that a person was now at our door who was empowered to convey to
her the fullest assurances of affectionate protection and forgiveness if he
could possibly find her, and that I was sought for to accompany him in the
hope that my entreaties might prevail upon her if his failed. Something to
this general purpose I made out, but I was thrown into such a tumult of
alarm, and hurry and distress, that in spite of every effort I could make to
subdue my agitation, I did not seem, to myself, fully to recover my right
mind until hours had passed. 

But I dressed and wrapped up expeditiously without waking Charley or any
one and went down to Mr. Bucket, who was the person entrusted with the
secret. In taking me to him my guardian told me this, and also explained how
it was that he had come to think of me. Mr. Bucket, in a low voice, by the
light of my guardian's candle, read to me in the hall a letter that my
mother had left upon her table; and I suppose within ten minutes of my
having been aroused I was sitting beside him, rolling swiftly through the
streets. 
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"You have been strangely importunate. If it should appear, after all, that
what you have to say does not concern me--and I don't know how it can, and
don't expect that it will--you will allow me to cut you short with but
little ceremony. Say what you have to say, if you please." 



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